Preposterous

Lola is now 2 days past her due date. Her stomach continues to grow, and the kittens have begun to move around, jutting strangely from one side of her belly or the other, creating alarming asymmetry.

Bongo has become less and less gentlemanly. Aside from hogging the birthing box and constantly initiating wrestling matches--day and night--he has also started to get competitive about food. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his psyche, he must know that his life is about to be taken over by creatures with needs that may eclipse his own.

I can kind of relate. Right now, it definitely feels like this apartment belongs to the cats.